tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90162212318592032062024-03-12T19:49:31.674-07:00My other sideThere is so much to tell....Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-22218098767488385832012-06-24T05:09:00.000-07:002012-06-24T05:09:22.187-07:00Finally got 'the' call !!!
Yesterday was the best day of my
life!!!! It was just past 9A.M and I was sleeping blissfully unaware of how beautiful
and rainy outside the window was when suddenly my phone buzzed to the life and
jolted me out of the sleep. Mumbling and grumbling I got hold of my blackberry
from the night stand and jabbed the green button without bothering to open my
eyes.
"Hello?”
"Hmmmmm….”
“Am Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-66227564196278749002012-06-17T00:25:00.000-07:002012-06-17T00:25:38.511-07:00Smiling ear to ear !!
Clutching my purse close to my
chest I entered in the Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-40649244153002237842012-05-27T10:14:00.001-07:002012-05-27T10:15:06.408-07:00Awful Day!!!
“No no
noooooooooooooooooooooooooo……how cou…… this can’t b……..holy fu…..” I couldn’t
believe my eyes. How the hell could I let it happen? How the hell I overslept?
How the bloody hell I was still under my duvet when I should have been sitting
and waiting for my interview in Glamour’s office? Holly shit!
Jumping out of the bed, I ran
towards my wardrobe and changed in the first thing I Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-76749575943541884592012-03-12T09:12:00.000-07:002012-03-12T09:12:08.566-07:00I am back! One month. For one fucking month I had been away from my lappy and from this blog but things had been crazy at my end. I am deeply and terribly sorry for my absence. I know you guys want to know what happened with me after that call from Glamour. So I am going to pick up the story exactly from where I left it: After that call I literally couldn’t sleep that night. Sitting on the couch, I went Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-77425114835783167632012-01-28T23:29:00.000-08:002012-01-28T23:32:58.396-08:00That one phone call !!Hurrah!!!! I got that call, that one call I have been dying to get and now it seems like (I) have been waiting for this for the eternity. Last night when I was slumped on my sofa, typing away the third chapters of my (to-be best seller but yet untitled) novel on my laptop while watching Friends on the T.V, my blackberry vibrated on the coffee table. First I tried to avoid looking at it as I Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-75054622841873503252012-01-10T03:21:00.000-08:002012-01-10T03:23:39.018-08:00Silly Me!!!After that strange night at Marine Drive, next morning I woke up with an empty heart, ailing tummy and a heavy head in a messy flat. I and Priya spent the entire day in cleaning up my apartment and throwing away the take away boxes and empty vodka bottles. By 5 in the evening we were bored to death despite of hours of mindless T.V watching. It had to end. We can’t live up our entire Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-73850036810069208502012-01-01T08:28:00.000-08:002012-01-01T08:28:20.660-08:00I have no idea who was he? Amazing! This year we had a best Christmas ever. Two single girls, one sofa, plenty of food, tones of vodka and first season of SATC, life couldn’t get better. At exact eight o’clock I and Priya laid all the food on the coffee table, I haul out the carton of Absolute from under the bed, she put the CD of SATC in the player, we slumped back on my sofa in living room in our cotton PJs and let theSwati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-19848323100481754502011-12-25T01:58:00.000-08:002011-12-25T01:58:04.647-08:00Why it happened?
When Priya told me that she couldn’t have dinner with me because she was going out with Him for a cocktail party, I won’t lie but I didn’t feel good…Nah it’s not about her but about me. I loved Priya like a sister, a soul mate since the day I met her and I was beyond happy when she got engaged with Him but between all the time I spent with her in talking, eating, drinking, bitching and Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-89825792621138629712011-12-11T23:14:00.000-08:002011-12-11T23:14:03.133-08:00Bullocks schedule !!!
Holy Crap! Bullocks schedule! Zillion Whammy(s)!Nothing went as per the schedule and if it’s not enough than I would love to tell you that I am almost physically challenged now. For starter, I woke up terribly later i.e 10 A.M and then I had to kick, push and literally dragged myself towards the washroom. Having spent good half n hour in changing into my gym gear: royal purple t-shirt, black Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-6683193601646178232011-12-05T10:24:00.000-08:002011-12-05T10:24:35.710-08:00Getting Control!
I can’t believe that it’s been a week since I am out of job. In last seven days I haven’t done a single thing, my apartment is a sigh and I look like some lonely, jilted Bridget Jones moaning over my unemployment if not over a bottle of wine but surely over the huge quantity of bread, eggs, nutella, coffee and Reese’s butter cupcakes. Having said that I think I am not all that Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-46676812168870016202011-11-28T06:49:00.000-08:002011-11-28T06:50:26.610-08:00I don't need pity!
Next morning when I was awake and still lying in my bed debating whether or not should I climbed out of the bed, as I was failed to figure out one good reason to go in the shower, my debate was interrupted by the loud banging on the front door of the apartment. For a moment I considered to ignore it but with every passing second the banging was getting louder and shriller. Throwing aside the Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-24604271725817605982011-11-21T01:54:00.000-08:002011-11-21T01:54:48.755-08:00No more tears!
How did it happen? Where things went wrong? What did I do? What will I do now? What will I say to my parents? What will Priya say on my out-of-the-blue-unemployment? Why on the earth I overreacted on this rebound thing when I myself was just playing this dating game for the sake of my job and increased salary? How will I pay the rent now? How will i….. Oh gosh! I am getting mad. In last four Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-49487223359065294282011-11-14T06:24:00.000-08:002011-11-15T08:20:12.908-08:00How could it happen??
After that horrendous evening next day I woke up around ten-ish and by now the seven coats of (gorgeous) M.A.C mascara which I applied last night in the office bathroom had melted down on my face, my hair was bird nest and my eyes were all puffy and I WAS LATE. Somehow I dragged myself out of the duvet and pushed myself towards the bathroom, stripping off the cloths; I turn the shower on and letSwati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-12624209760194719332011-11-06T06:58:00.000-08:002011-11-06T06:58:06.031-08:00I am hurt!
When I left the office at Tuesday evening, it was still raining outside. Stepping out on the pavement I yank opened my aqua-blue umbrella which was hiding somewhere deep down in my hand bag. When you live in the city like Mumbai you can’t step out of your house without handy umbrella because you never know when the scorching sun will be shoved back by the grey clouds and when the harmful UV Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-48955163195038452562011-10-30T02:04:00.000-07:002011-11-06T05:15:13.196-08:00I am beyond happy!
I was right! I was just so damn right. After that good night sleep, next day I woke up around seven-ish which meant that I had two solid hours to write my first write up before I could go through my regular rituals of getting ready for the office. As soon as I sprang out of the bed, i brew myself a pot of coffee, walked back to the room, opened the only french window in the apartment and Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-64896672456645945352011-10-23T10:58:00.000-07:002011-10-23T10:58:37.123-07:00I need some good night sleep!
It’s 10 P.M and I am sitting on my bed in my old mauve raw-silk pajamas with my legs stretched out in front of me, laptop carefully placed over my knees, Domino’s take away on my side, Notting Hill playing on T.V and blank mind. It’s been three hours and I have tried every single thing to relax my mind and hammer out few thousand words for those two bloody blog entries but nothing is happeningSwati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-59010032958274985512011-10-09T04:54:00.000-07:002011-10-09T04:54:15.440-07:00Why she hates me?
“In my cabin. NOW!” Natasha shrieked from the other side of the phone. I just didn’t understand why she had to be such a bitch all the time, especially on Monday mornings when it was already so tough to concentrate on work after forty-eight hours long weekends. I didn’t remember when was the last time when she asked me to come in her office nicely and discussed about my highly prestigious columnSwati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-14731939041382842282011-10-07T05:47:00.000-07:002011-10-07T05:50:07.777-07:00Announcement...!!!!
The Versatile Blogger Award
It’s a huge surprise that my blog has won “The Versatile Blogger” award. Massive thanks goes to 'F' at http://girlswholovetoread.com as she has been amazingly kind for considering me good enough for this award.
The rules of this award are; Thank and link back to the Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-68685463690656263942011-10-02T06:53:00.000-07:002011-10-02T06:53:48.013-07:00Hangover Morning!
“Arggghhhh……..this pain is killing me!” Priya shirked though her clenched teethes. Since we woke up after the tremendous amount of Budweiser last night Priya had already threw up twice in my bathroom basin and once nearly on the kitchen floor when she was trying to put the kettle on for coffee.“Priya don’t…” as I saw from the corner of my eyes, I screamed from the sofa and rushed towards the Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-58024043459416314732011-09-04T02:12:00.000-07:002011-09-04T02:12:14.048-07:00At my flat!!!
After that wonderful date in Café Basilico, I went home and speed dialed Priya but before I could open my mouth and tell her how amazing everything went and how breath-taking he was looking she cut me off and said “I am coming over your place for weekend because he has gone to Malaysia this evening for business trip and didn’t even bother to come home to collect his stuff as he was running out Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-38587747997425460462011-08-27T23:49:00.000-07:002011-09-04T01:10:39.289-07:00Find-a-date-to-save-the-job
Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Oh gosh! He is the most gorgeous man I have ever met in my life. It’s only ten minutes since I came back from our coffee date and I am already missing being with him. Earlier this evening when I walked in the café, I spotted him in the sofa reading TOI by the huge picturesque window which was exhibiting the beautiful scene of a tiny garden of café Basilico.
“Hey!” I Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-79688790139038022972011-08-14T00:34:00.000-07:002011-08-14T00:34:32.384-07:00What to wear?
Right after the office I and Priya rushed back to my flat at 30 km/ph speed. As I turned the keys in the lock Priya flung opened the door with the hard kick and we marched up to my closet leaving our purses in the doorway.“I can’t believe that you didn’t even think about what-to-wear-on-date cloths!” Priya shirked and pulled open my closet doors.
“I was so…..so…err….whatever! I am sure I willSwati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-2547801354969568822011-08-06T23:39:00.000-07:002011-08-06T23:39:44.127-07:00Would it work?
“What will you do without me?” sitting on the floor in the Priya’s living room I grab fist-full of popcorns from the huge plastic tub and thrust them in my mouth, all at once.“Shut up! You can’t be serious. You can’t go back” Priya snap and pass me the sixth cup of coffee in last two hours.
“Priya. No one is gonna date me. No one ever did. AND trust me when I will tell that bitch that I can’tSwati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-68938087611034518822011-07-31T01:38:00.000-07:002011-07-31T01:38:21.155-07:00Where will i find him?
Ok. I am back in Mumbai, back in my office. Priya have chosen the Anjuna beach for night (beach) wedding and Natasha has accepted my article and has pointed out oodles of mistakes just in first ten lines. See I have always told you she is a bitch!It’s been a week since I have came back but still for some strange reason I have found myself thinking about Vikrant quite a lot than healthierSwati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016221231859203206.post-77806977953880225992011-07-23T23:05:00.000-07:002011-07-23T23:05:30.537-07:00I hate her but I love David off!
I had such a fun in visiting goan markets, beaches and churches. I had bought tons of antique silver jewelry and clicked lots of pictures, so that I won’t miss any single place while writing the article. Everything was going superb until my phone screamed to life when I was standing on Anjuna beach with tiny red helmet on my head and harness tied tightly around my waist, all geared up for Swati Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066316360038741256noreply@blogger.com0